Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.